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“You know what I want.” Karen moaned into his ear. She pushed his swollen manhood down, resting it in the notch between her legs, against the fabric of her thong. “Give it to me.”
Breathing fast, heart racing, she stepped back against the wall under the light. The way the shadows lay on Karen’s body made her look unreal. Her body glistened from a sheen of sweat and the open blouse accentuated her breasts. A few beads of sweat trickled between them. She lifted her leg and put her foot on a nearby bucket. And as the skirt rose, the black fabric of her thong became visible against her white skin, encasing the treasure he craved.
Mick was breathing deeply, in such a state of want he felt a little dizzy. He stepped up to her and kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue. She grabbed the back of his head and forced it down between her breasts. She shrieked as she felt his mouth nibble on the nipple through the fabric. He reached into his pocket and straightened. Confused, she looked at his hand as he released the blade of his knife. His eyes were crazy and his chest heaved with each breath. Slowly, he traced the edge her bra with the blade and gradually moved it toward her nipples. Then he placed the blade between her breasts and under the front of her bra. As he pulled up on the knife, she felt the tip hard against her skin, Karen’s knees went weak as if she had been stabbed and her breasts popped loose as the bra fell open. The cold edge of the knife outlined her full naked breasts. He kissed the small spot of blood between her breasts, left from the knife tip cutting her soft flesh. He licked the nipples and bit gently on them, the fear and danger were making her crazy. The way he held the edge of the knife against her flesh was terrifying and exhilarating. A wave of heat flushed across her chest. His fingers found the spot she wanted to be touched. He moved the slick fabric aside and dipped a finger into her wetness. Her mouth opened as if she couldn’t breath from the excitement and a moan of desire rose from her. Her juice ran down his finger as he slid it in and out of her.
“Oh please, don’t stop Mick. Please…give me…fuck me Mick!” her body desperate for his. Her pleas only excited him more.
Again, she grabbed his hard penis and pulled it towards her wetness. The tip glistened from desire. The way she shook from the knife empowered him and made him even more aroused. He looked down as she leaned back and he moved the blade along her thigh. The wetness soaked her underwear and between her thighs. She was so desperate she had almost cum from the sheer fear and enthralling aspect of the experience. He ran the blade though her juice, and then brought it back to his mouth. He breathed in the scent then licked it with the tip of his tongue. It was warm, sweet, and tasted of her burning desire. He moved it back between her legs, making her spread them. And she watched as he slid the blade under the fabric. The blade moved through the light patch of pubic hair to her center. The tip of the blade rested against her clitoris. And she came as he twisted the knife, cutting her underwear loose. Her lust flowed down her leg and gleamed as she released the passion inside.
She felt weak and she slid down to her knees, grabbing the front of his pants to pull him to her. The front was wet from expectation and she yanked his pants down to his knees as she looked up at him. Mick looked down and saw her slowly take him into her mouth, inching deeper into her throat. She would almost release him then plunge him in again. Remembering the thrill of the knife, she pulled back almost to the tip and bit gently with just enough pressure that he put his hand on her head and reached toward the wall to hold himself up. Karen reached behind him, grabbed his ass and dug her nails in deep as she dragged her teeth along the base of his shaft. He wobbled, trying to stay standing. She had control now. She let him loose and he breathed in deeply. She looked up to him and whispered, “Let’s finish this right.” She stood up.
He grabbed Karen’s shoulders and forced her around. She put both hands on the wall as she bent over and the tip of his penis pierced her pussy. The wetness nearly burned him she was so hot. She stifled her scream as he plunged mercilessly into her. Her body shook as he hammered deeper and deeper. Karen’s legs weakened as she tried to keep them apart and bent at the perfect angle. Mick grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her head back, driving her harder. Karen wept as the pain from her scalp combined with the sheer pleasure of him thrusting into her, overwhelming her. She reached between her legs to finger her clit as he buried himself inside her again. As she pulled up at the top part of her labia, the opening of her pussy tightened against Mick’s stiffness. The pressure against her clit was so direct she went up on her toes and her pussy flexed hard around Mick’s stiffness. She never wanted it to end.
He let her hair go and she could feel him pulse inside her, trying to sustain the glory of the sex. As his breathing became shorter and his thrusts more rapid, she reached between her legs and dragged her nails against the veins on the bottom of his penis. Mick moaned loudly and thrust harder. She did it again. He stopped, buried fully inside of Karen, his hands straining on her shoulders and exploded inside of her as the wetness of her labia grasped the fullness of his manhood, pulling and milking him in orgasm. Her voice shrieked by the pain of his hands squeezing her shoulders and the sheer pleasure of his fluids flooding her. Over and over she felt the wet heat engulfing within her vaginal walls.
They grinned at each other as they both collected themselves. Their bodies ached but it was worth it.
Suddenly the door burst open and a man glared at them. “Your frickin’ break was over 10 minutes ago. We need the dishes washed Mick. And Karen the other waitresses need their breaks too. Let’s get back to work.”
The Exotic Vacation
Freddie woke up when the plane landed in Jamaica. He had a Tequila hangover that wouldn’t qu
it. All he could think about was lying down in his hotel room and sleeping through his vacation. It had been a bad week.
First he took his last week of vacation, which couldn’t be rescheduled, and then his girlfriend decided she didn’t want to go to Jamaica. In fact, she decided she didn’t want anything to do with him or men in general. She hooked up with his sister and blamed his lack of manliness for making her go lesbian. Talk about getting screwed over and not enjoying it. The topper was that after he’d decided to go without her: his flight was delayed, he was mugged in the airport bathroom, and he got airsick on the flight and spewed all over the stewardess and the lady next to him during dinner.
After about 18 hours of sleep, a bottle of Advil, and a couple Bloody Marys, Freddie was feeling a little better. Lying by the pool felt really nice and he could forget about his miserable existence in this cruel world.
He was moving his folding chair into the shade when he spilled his drink and fell backwards into the hot tub. He climbed out and sprawled on the patio. Then he looked over and saw this incredible vision resting quietly on a lounge chair in the sun.
She glanced over at him, lowered her sunglasses, and started laughing.
“Can’t you go anywhere without making a mess?” she giggled.
“Do I know you?” Freddie replied.
“Blaaaahhhhrrrrrfffff!!!!”
“Oh crap, you’re the lady I puked on,” he said shamefaced as he shook his head. “Are you staying here too?”
“No, I always hanging out at pools in Jamaica for kicks.”
She was utterly stunning in her yellow bikini with the sun shimmering on her ebony skin. Picture Toni Braxton and Halle Berry combined. That’s how fine this woman was. Her hair cascaded across her shoulders, waving in the breeze as she sat up to put on tanning lotion.
Don’t just stand there staring, you asshole, say something.
“Do you need any help with your back?” Freddie asked nervously, his voice even cracked.
“Can I trust you not to break something, or spill anything on or around me?”
“Scouts honor.” Thank you, God.
She rolled over onto her toned stomach, exposing her back and backside to his wandering eyes. As he spread the oil on her skin, his hand stopped shaking and the nervousness drifted away. She untied the back of her bikini top then closed her eyes.
She was like an exquisite piece of art. His hands were the brushes and her flesh was the canvas. Every curve of her body looked like it was sculpted. Her ass was teardrop shaped. Her legs were toned and everything was firm. And I do mean everything. This has got to be a dream, he thought to himself. How can a woman so fine even talk to me let alone allow me to stroke her soft skin with my hands?
“Uh, excuse me? You’re drooling on my back.”
